There is this person.
Sometimes I hate this person.
Sometimes I love them.
Most times I just want them to go away.
They make me feel uncomfortable.
Unusual.
This person is part of me.
I don't want them to be.
Anymore.
I still want this person in my life.
Just not so close.
This person is, so cold.
Only thinks about their own problems.
I need to fix myself before I can help you.
This person needs a lot of fixing.
Nearly as much as I do.
I honestly feel sorry for them.
They don't realise what they are doing.
To their friends.
To their family.
To themselves.
Its fucked up.
I hate you.
But I love you.